Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
X-101,
Ronan,
Magma,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.